‘Cause a pre-quarter life crisis (and A/W 16 for that matter) wouldn’t be complete without glitter, unicorns, faux fur and a bit of a bedhead. Amirite?
A week of consecutive nothing-to-fcking-wear moments in front of a seemingly abundant closet can lead to one of three things:
I’m bathing in irony as I sit down to write this over-due piece about bells and
whistles, but mostly bells because whistles aren’t trending RN.
Jeans and tees have never really been my thing.
“Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed.”